The Sunday morning news. [volume] (Jersey City [N.J.]) 1886-1891, 1887-05-08


s'Never can we marry" she repeated,
until this mscreant is found.
Carrie" spoke Mark Hanson, s'it's that
which touches my honor; for you may
think I'm trying to divide you from Dave
by not finding this culprit. I've followed
every clue. I've gone 70 the old woman's
| who sits at the window blinds and peeps,
and to the young preachers who is so af-
| fec.ionate at funerals; to the book can
vasser's and amongst the postmasters
daughters; wherever there was too much
slyness, or too much knowledge and
I opportunity, or a hidden raseality that
could tempt one child of mater to acc use
his fellow being of the same
He stopped and looked suddenly across
| the room where Grandfather Devoe was
| writing his memoirs Indifferent to the
conversation around him
CARRIE Davep' exclaimed Mark Hanson,
| 'tdid you you ever see bloodboud that
could read had writing before? Look-a
| therep'
| The muzzle of Negrofoot, the blood
hound was on Grandfather Deyoes manu-
script.
| With a gunner's sliding movement,
| Mark Hanson stole across the room and
lifted Grandfather Devoe's page of manu-
script.
eyer, Negerfoot. he whistled. GIVE got
your supper in my pocket. Yer, Carrie,
how many lashes do you say for the ano-
Hymous letter writer?"
| The old man started up, feeble and pale.
His granddaughter ran forward and
| seized the whip.
"He the writer of these anonymous let
tiers? Impossiblel
ON trust the dogs scent every time I!
4 IF 4bok
paper Colonel Devoe writes on, and of The
paper these yer letters is wrote upon. Its
the same, and there amt no such paper
used 10y another, that can write, in all this
district of country Thars Italian rags
and sour alumni and spilled chloride of
lime in that letter paper. And | accuse
this man of sending them letters.
! Down fell the whip lightly upon the cd
maus back.
Instead of resenting it, the old man
covered to the floor aud took MARKS
taunting words.
| "Who knows as much ancient history
as him, about everybody? Who is all the
time writing something that never gets to
be finished? Who gives letters 10 the mail
driver, that can't read the inscription on
'em nor tell them from other peoples let
tiers? Who else knows my chickens halo t
won main this whole season but him,
and he heard me tell you, Carrie Deyoe,
and you alone?
| Colonel Devoe," David Highlman
gravely said, 81 fear the bloodhound
scents your stationery as well as he can
scent the skin upon one human foot from
another. We had suspe ;ted you already,
and that was why could not assist my
affianced wife TO disclose the culprit and
blemish her family name. Tell US, 10 this
little private group, the motive of your
doing SO, and be forgiyen?'
The old colonel arose aud staggered to a
chair and looked around at them with hn-
mility and fear.
at was an old, old habit" he said, e'ac-
CURED in the contentious of public writer's
and partisans. God knows have tried to
break myself of it, but always failed. 1t
began in the tyrannical desire of an edi-
torial desk not to allow an opponent to
vanquish NE. 1t extended to my career
as public officeholder when | breathed
forth the secrets | suspected through the
| secret mail and fought due!s 10 defend my
character and still wrote anonymous Is
tiers. Finally banished by my suspicious
and the suspicious against me from the
crowded haunts of men, discovered that
l could let nothing alone, not even my
own family. Behold me, who hate no
body, and am helpless TO defend myself,
still whispering my senile and spiteful
apprehensons 10 the offspring of my
children and these who give me depen-
dencs! II is the awful consequences of
one early habit cannot break"
81 can break you of any habit, Mark
Hanson exclaimed, ''for I have made my
old bloodhound special mail agent. You
never could have been cut out for Il pub
lie writer, colonel, if the edition of an
anonymous letter satisfied your talents. .
.Dave," Carrie Devoe exclaimed, sif l
had taken your counsel this disgrace
would not have overwhelmed my family.
[ have lost you forever.
Il have won you forever, my wife, y
David Hightman replied. ''These things
were done in the days of chivalry. Be u
Christian woman and no anonymous word
can anger you.
He gave her his hand and drew her
grandfather from the floor.
Colonel Deyoe, we forgive you Mark
Hanson said; you will now be with me,
and you shall at last have an active lreer.
You shall raise the game chickens while /
60 off and fight them. and when we win
together you shall praise my breed Of
fowls in well-contrived articles, aud | Will
have them published in the newspapers. .
Take him and make man OF him, y
Carrie Devoe said. Dear Mark. what
shall give you for your sasacity?1
"Negerfoot."
Take him. "--[George Alfred Towns,
end
somethinE AbOut Big Canals.